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@Crimmy I did not. I wasn't mentioned. I have a feeling I'm going to rewrite my post now.
EDIT: Yeah. Time to rewrite.
EDIT: Yeah. Time to rewrite.
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Kazou - McDonald's
Kazou frowned openly as the worker-boy admitted what had gone down wasn't on the news. He retracted his hand and slipped his phone back into his pocket. That was fishy. Maybe they wanted to be the originators of a new rumor; he hadn't heard anything about any pizza bots from anyone else so it was possible. Of course, he also hadn't talked to anyone in a few days so it was possible he was behind on the rumor mill. And as stated before, birdbrain wasn't capable of lying.
The both of them suggested he check it out for himself. But the firehead cut them off, insisting she instead had a pizza robot just chilling someways downtown. Like a fucking pet. All of this seemed wrong, these people he had never met before so casually talking about pepperoni AI machines and horror movies and- augh! Everything made no sense but... But there was an odd force compelling him to stay, to follow these people. They all seemed so honest, so out there, so unlike Kazou that frankly he couldn't help but sit here and be enraptured by these people.
"Uh, don't you have food here?" Kazou questioned during the lapse in conversation. It was the most honest sounding thing he'd said all morning; no fake smile, no laugh, just his slightly shaky voice bringing reason to the three insane students he'd been wrapped up in. "And uh, downtown? We're gonna go there? That's a pretty damn far walk... I don't have a bike so should we take the tram? I have enough cash for myself and someone else; I could meet you guys there maybe?"
Wait, was Kazou getting ahead of himself? He barely knew these people. Not even acquaintances really, and he was going to meet up with them? But before he could even get an answer, the worker-boy was already up and walking out the door, casually picking firehead up like it was nothing! Kazou, not even sure what he was doing now frankly, followed the group out the door, listening to "Daisuke" as he was called give orders. There were two bikes here, it seemed. Daisuke and Kimiko on one bike and...
Oh god. Was Kazou going to be riding with birdbrain? She'd peck his eyes out...
"Should I, um, just take the tram? Where are you guys headed maybe I could meet up I mean..." Kazou rambled. If push came to shove (and by that he meant one person telling him to; he craved human contact even if it was from the mentally ill) he'd ride with her, but he really couldn't stomach the thought of bringing the idea up himself, and he was 100% sure he couldn't reliably carry a girl even that tiny on his back without toppling from the speed of the bike. That meant one of them would be clinging to the other and Kazou just was not ready to say that aloud. For now he stood awkwardly, fidgeting near the other bike.
Kazou - McDonald's
As Kazou gathered his things, the attractive young worker man commented on his frankly diseased behavior. Yeah normal people probably didn't act or look this terrible. Still, if he left quickly, he could probably save face in that guy's eyes. Not in the ladies certainly but at least one person today wouldn't regard him as a fool or a lecher.
Grabbing up his tray and turning around to excuse himself, Kazou was astounded to notice that the fire=headed girl hadn't noticed her friend's bleeding face even though they were so close they could reasonably feel each other breath. Kazou felt almost incredulous that these two women existed. Both seemed almost as bad as him at interacting with people, bird-girl maybe even moreso. Looks really did matter it seemed, judging by their decently attractive nature and the man sitting by them.
As the woman turned back to Kazou with a deservedly disinterested tone, Kazou was prepared to have her insult him in a roundabout way before he left but that didn't happen. Instead, she mentioned pizza robots.
"Excuse me?" Kazou blurted rudely, before clearing his throat. "Sorry it's just... What?"
This had to be a prank right? Make Kazou look like a fool and spread rumors of his idiocy. It wouldn't be hard, his test grades weren't exactly the best and he never did his homework. Or schoolwork for that matter. But something about this was so... Alluring, the woman seemed, while not incapable of lying, so frank it was a distant thought. Besides, the girl on top of her would speak up if they were taking advantage of him; she was most definitely incapable of anything resembling social grace.
Kazou, against his better judgement, sat down next to the worker boy with his tray. For now, he'd try to suss out if they were yanking his chain or not. If this really did appear on the news, he'd have no idea. He never cared much for current events anyways and he'd neglected to check his phone today. Speaking of, that'd be the best way to see if such an outlandish story was real; the internet, while it lied, was everyone's thoughts. Not two odd girls and some part-time McD's worker.
"Pizza bots you said? I mean, I know robots are taking everyone's jobs, but that's bo- erm, crazy! Heh." Kazou said, pulling out his phone. "Mind showing me where you heard about this stuff? I don't watch the news too often; It's kinda depressing frankly!" Kazou laughed again. Kazou handed his phone to whoever offered their hand first; the worker or the redhead. He wouldn't bother giving the birdbrained woman his expensive tech since she'd likely peck at it.
@Plank Sinatra@Krayzikk@Write
Man, 2 people with Futaba avatars? Where's my Makoto love? Where my Yusuke fans at?
Just realized i @'d myself, not @Plank Sinatra. Judging by how you're in the thread I assume you read the post though.
Kazou - McDonald's
Kazou stared blankly ahead at the two girls in the booth as his order was being prepared, mostly the black haired one. Her behavior was so odd, almost as if she was a child who didn't realize she was in public. Along with her unbreakably happy demeanor even in the face of pain, she made bird noises as she ate. How did someone like her even have a friend?
And the other girl was fairly attractive, in a generic sense. Not that he should bother thinking of her like that; she'd never bother with a look in his direction, even the black-haired girl would just consider him some nobody. If she even knew what romance was; unlikely considering her imuto-like demeanor.
Another person joined the two, a really good looking man Kazou felt like he had seen really recently. Searching his mind, Kazou remembered seeing a glimpse of him in the back, preparing an order at some point. That was awhile ago though. He must've been a hard worker, or stuck here to help pay the bills. Ah well, it didn't matter, his food was here and-
"Heyo guy. You some kinda Warhol or something? Cause ya sure are eying me and Hitomi's cans."
Kazou cringed. Oh god, he was totally staring at them. Facing towards them, the ginger woman was who was accosting him, obviously the Imuto wouldn't speak in such a bizarrely crude manner. He couldn't even tell what she meant frankly; He had never heard of a Warhol, and their soft drinks were in cups, not cans. The imuto shot down the idea of those American tin cans so...
Oh. She was just making fun of him. Why did he assume she wanted an actual conversation?
"Hah, nah I was just uh," Kazou began awkwardly, attempting to deflect the situation. "Your friend there, she got a pretty bad nose bleed. I mean, who wouldn't these days right? I mean, midterms are coming up soon and all. Even beyond that some people have rough home lives or have part time jobs," Kazou said, motioning to the man that had joined the ladies at the booth. "I mean you might even need to to support your family with the cash! And with these disappearances and all, I'd be worried for my life too! No wonder she got a nosebleed! Hahaha!" Kazou laughed, hating himself more with every word he spoke.
Kazou attempted some sort of smile even though he wished for death. These people thought he was insane, clearly. Even the bird-girl probably thought he was some sort of creeper rightfully so. Kazou began to grab up his hashbrowns. He ordered to-go, thank god, so he could leave the restaurant as soon as possible. That was fucking horrendous. No wonder everyone ignored him, he was some bumbling fucking idiot who didn't deserve friends. Kazou got his stuff and got out of his seat. He was returning home to eat his breakfast now, even if his stomach growled at him to put some processed potato in his stomach.
Kazou - Home Residence, Saturday Morning
Kazou continued staring up at the ceiling, as he had been for the past hour. Yesterday as soon as he was home from school he passed out, having not even eaten dinner. That proved a bad idea, as he awoke intermittently throughout the night. About, he'd say an hour ago, he just couldn't get back to sleep. Of course, he also felt no motivation to do much other than lie in bed so he simply stayed there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore his failing grades and general unlikability.
Cutting through the emptiness of the house was a beeping, that of his father's alarm considering its distance. After some amount of time he didn't bother to count, his father opened his door.
"Hey, I have to do some over-time today. I've left some yen on the counter for lunch. I'll be home by dinner."
"Okay." Kazou responded, wishing his father would leave.
It looked like he would, but the man paused for a second at the door, and reopened it a bit. "Have you considered joining a club? It'd be something to do on Saturdays."
"Nothing there interests me." Kazou explained, getting a tad bit more exasperated.
"Or maybe a part time job? It'd give you some spending money, could go out on the weekends or at night."
"I'm fine."
There was an unreadable expression on his father's face for a second, before he left. With that, Kazou breathed a sigh of relief, and resumed his "relaxing" for a little while. Fading in and out of sleep for a tiny amount of time, until the slam of his front door fully woke him up for the day. 7 AM, read his clock. Earlier than he would like but he might as well get up for the day.
Making his way to the kitchen, Kazou sifted through his fridge lethargically. Nothing to eat for breakfast, really. There was his leftover dinner from last night which could be his lunch, so he supposed his given money would go towards his first meal of the day. There was no place that delivered breakfast around here. He'd have to take a shower, get dressed, and go out.
"Damn it..."
McDonalds
@Write@Plank Sinatra
It took a while but eventually Kazou made it out of the house, dressed in what he had lying around; his school uniform's pants and a dull orange button-up, heavily creased and untucked. His wet hair was beginning to spring back up to its consistently messy state. Looking around the block he was walking down, it seemed that his local McDonalds was the closest option. As much as he hated the place he deigned to enter. It was about as much as he deserved and maybe the sugar rush would kick him up a notch. Probably not but, whatever.
Pushing open the door and making his way inside, Kazou was assaulted by that particular chemical smell of a horrid place. There was a certain something in the back of his mind that told Kazou to leave, but he stood firm. There wasn't much at home to eat and he certainly didn't want to sit down at a cafe. Kazou pushed forward to the counter.
After placing his order awkwardly (some simple hashbrowns, that's all he could stomach here) Kazou stared absently at the people around him. As he did so, he noticed a girl having what seemed like a splitting headache, and a nosebleed. He couldn't help but stare at her as after she recovered, she gleefuly skipped back to her booth. Kazou scoffed to himself. This is why he couldn't relate to people. Always so chipper, or gossipy, or something. He was almost envious of how normal she was. She even had a friend in her booth. He could barely be bothered to get out of bed today...
He shook the thoughts out of his head. Just get your meal and go, Kazou.
@Crimmy So, you mentioned Gun skills, which makes me assume there are firearms our characters can equip. Issue is gun laws are quiet stringent in Japan. Is this a Metaverse situation where replicas are good enough? Or are we going to have to jump through some legal hoops down the road?
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